Monday, July 15, 2013

Shawq & Awe

A Battle Brews
With my 
Commanding Self
How do I tame 
This Beast?

Insecurities,
Faith Challenged
An expansive Limbo
Surrounding me.

Signs abound
Of 
Wonderous Things.
How do I restore
A feeling
Of
Ishq?

The Shawq
I feel
Tearing a hole
In my Heart
Opening me up
To such Great Love

Though I must summon
Such great Patience
In order to allow
It to 
Fruit.


She's nabbed my 
Sweet attention
Making me
Reconsider
The importance and
Meaning
Of All Things.

In this
I find myself
In Turmoil
Which end is up?
Which Me is Me?

It is an important
Lesson
And
She
Is an
Intense 
Teacher.

Dear Beloved,
Grant me the strength
To see Through 
Illusion
And recognize
That which is Real
And
Cast away
That which is
Illusion.
So that this Heart
May once again
Know peace
And Trust.

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Sweet Relief

The Sun's gift
Of life
Tempered by 
Passing clouds
The sweet relief
Of the first
Teasing hints
Of monsoons
The tears of God
Replenishing
The lifeblood
Of this desert 
Highland.
Aquarius snatching
Dew from the
Dark aquatic sky
While the sun blasts the sandstone
Bones of the earth below.
Rivers, creeks of
Clear blood
Flow through thin veins
Of green
We run to replenished 
Tinajas and pools
To refresh ourselves
In this sweltering
Desert sun.

The cool waters
Tingling our
Goosebumped flesh
As joyful laughter
Echoes through
The canyons
Joining and
Dancing in the wind
With the birdsongs.

These are the moments
We live for.

Friday, July 05, 2013

Prayer for those seeking to be healers


The taste of a thousand traumas
None my own
Linger like a bittersweet film
On my tongue
Coating my mouth
With the flavor of empathy.

Why, oh why
Must such suffering exist?
We know it hones us like a fine knife
But at what cost?

Stories reach my ears,
My heart,
As if coming from some strange
Yet familiar
Foreign land.
A place which i have found
Myself at the edge of
So many times
If only to cast my line 
In order to retrieve those lost
In that darkness.

I call upon the strength of you
Dear Friend.
Guide me as your servant
As a healer doing your work
Bringing such beings 
Back to your Bosom
Of Love.

Guide my every word
My actions
My inactions
And work through me
Pouring forth your wine
Into every cup placed before me.
None of this work is mine.
It is Yours and Yours alone.

I only wish to be
A humble vessel
Yours to use
To give birth to so much
Ecstatic Love.

My life in this flesh is forfeit.
A meaningless contrivance. 
I no longer have use
For worldly things
As anything other than 
Divine temporary tools
Existing only to spread 
Whatever gift of healing
Which you allow to flow
From my Heart.

Beloved,
Walk by my side.
Guide me.
Heal me
So that in turn
I can heal.
Temper my delusions
Help me overcome my Nafs
So that I, like so many
Who have walked this earth 
Before me
Can come closer to you
Not for my own gain
But so that i can share
The Beauty of Your Love
With every soul I meet.